did you get a valentine yesterday? i got chocolate treats everywhere and we decided on an impromptu night out at the new indian joint. for some reason no one thinks indian for valentine's. (at least not in new york. sorry karen. i would have airmailed you some had i known the birthday girl desired it.)
mais, i didn't get a thing for my guy. well, unless you count incredibly bitter yet absurdly weak coffee. how i managed to make that combo cup is beyond me. ruggy is always the first to rise and make us a delicious pot of chemex. i snuck out of bed yesterday morning, deciding it would make a nice treat if i did the grinding. (WHAT.) unfortunately, my grind was too fine. (WHAT.) he loved it anyways. (WHAT.)
if your valentine was as lackluster as me, i present to you, through the magic of teh interwebz, some vintage love. hop in the limo, mr. mouse is waiting.
papa ruggy understands my obsession over vintage goods. well, maybe not understands, but he realizes it's there and he's tickled to support it. last christmas he presented me with a box of greeting cards, sent by his parents and their parents and so on and so forth. as always, it struck me that people paid more attention to detail then. real feathers! cotton batting! i rifled through the box with pleasure.
did someone say rifle? take the young lad above. that's an actual bar of metal inserted into the front. oh yes. nothing says i love you like cupid coming to find you avec shotgun.
the inside of this card is even sweeter than the front. to robert, from john poe. pretty certain this is first grader range. i remember hoping desperately for valentines in school, and i remember girls giving girls cards, but i never saw little boys exchange them. in fact, at my extremely diverse, forward thinking east coast school, somebody would've been decked. but here, decades ago, in a little southern town...well there you have it.
i'll be sending one of you a sewist's valentine soon. MAN do y'all like chalk markers! and crayola crayons, apparently. who knew.